08.07
Introduction and a whispered “Hello”
My rump is dirty. Brushing the dirt away will have to wait for I am Svendar the Enchanted, that adorable personality you all will grow… I come from a time–correction–I come bearing times. Smile upon me and forgive me for my ways. I spell narratives and riddles upon my pretty blouse. I understand much less than you will come to understand of me. I have been ordered from my source to speak. I honor my assignement and have completed it quite well. I trust you will extract something from the jumble of my gardens. Thorns hurt so remove them carelessly and intensify the flavors of a wound before it goes sour with scabbing. I love strivingly to kill you. But to know who you are you must decipher who I am so please imagine my milk-lady smile. If you choose to swallow, my memoirs will feed for mine is a life of near-nonsense, near but not quite. Death is my memory. All things give birth.
Part one: The sister of thought
